Fiddle in the Fog, Part Two
The following morning, the Seattle police department was called out to a grisly scene where seventeen dock workers were found dead. They...
Chinese Graveyard, Part One
Fred turned the wheel of his Volkswagen around slowly; making a small circular run around the entrance to the Chinese Graveyard, a small...
Fiddle in the Fog, Part One
The mist of the ports rolled in as it did every morning, the thick soupy mixture muting the sound of the looming ships blaring their fog...
Residual Haunting, Part Two
I reach into the box and pull out the large Ziploc bag holding the shears, some police jargon written on the front of the bag that I just...
Residual Haunting, Part One
I retrieve the evidence from my mother’s murder Christmas Day. A day I’d been expecting to spend visiting my mother and seeing my bratty...
The Tome of Darkness, Part Four
“Do you understand Samedi?” The demon growled, leaning in close to the hook-nosed spirit. It shivered for a moment before nodding once....